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My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Qin Huai crossed into the mysterious fantasy world where demons were rampant and heroes were rising. He had no background or cultivation qualifications until the day he became a medicine store apprentice and started to cultivate with his fellow apprentices. He found that the experience orbs actually fell out of his master and brothers. He learned to grind medicine with his brothers. "Ding! 'Medicine Art' Experience+3!" His Master and brothers practiced martial arts. "Ding! You picked up an 'Essence of Qi Cultivation (White)', 'Qi Cultivation' experience +3!" He killed the bandits in the mountains and picked up their cultivation. "Ding! 'Astringent Breath Technique' experience +13!" His master said that the technique was not good at attacking, had a cultivation limit, and could only prolong life. But when Qin Huai picked up the experience until the Astringent Breath Technique was 50 times stronger, his body took a tremendous change. A gentle push of his hand was like a wave. He could now both attack and defend. People said that when two kinds of cultivation methods clashed, continuing to cultivate would lead to the death of the cultivator. However, when Qin Huai picked up experience and directly skipped the cultivation process, he found there were no side effects at all! When Qin Huai practiced more and more cultivation methods, he suddenly found that those methods interacted with each other in his body and became stronger skills. ... Qin Huai, who could pick up experience, began to wander among the major powers. He saw flesh growing from white bones and the dead revived. He saw demons cooking 10,000 people and exuding extremely evil energy. He saw the Buddha statue chanting in the temple. Sanskrit sounded like a mantra. Qin Huai silently picked up experience in order to settle down in the chaotic world.

The Swordman Loves Not Onion · 東方
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684 Chs

Great You Imperial Capital

編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation

Great You Imperial Capital.

The streets, paved with bluestone bricks, were wide enough to accommodate three carriages running side by side. The buildings lining the road were imposing, sporting a variety of peculiar shapes. 

There were expansive courtyards spanning over a thousand square meters and pavilions fashioned with cow heads as adornments. Iron chains stretched across the sky, forming a foundation for airborne castles built atop a few towering buildings. 

A snake-like seductive woman, partially hidden behind the gauze curtain of a pavilion, drew the gazes of passersby. The onlookers were no less noteworthy. Armored warriors, wealthy young masters and mistresses adorned in luxurious attire and precious artifacts, and officials sporting dragon-scale hats were a common sight. 

A random throw of stones could likely reveal the existence of a visceral prefecture realm cultivator.